Twohundredthirtysix

I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song at...


Twohundredtwentyfour

The earth laughs, the sun laughs over every wise harvest of man, over man...


Twohundredtwentythree

The flowers do fade, and wanton fields, To wayward winter reckoning...


Twohundredtwentytwo

Clouds beyond clouds above me, Wastes beyond wastes below; But nothing...